The leaves flashed
yellow caution, red stop,
but time’s taxi sped into town,
dropping winter at our door.
We welcomed it with smiles,
twinkling lights and candles.
Later we put away the cookies,
the wreath, any sign of welcome.
Winter stayed on. We hoped
it bought a two-way ticket,
but had our doubts.
From Running Counterclockwise (forthcoming from Kelsay Books: Aldrich Press, 2014).
This poem first appeared in Untitled Country Review, 2011.
Used here with the author’s permission.